Pastoral Resources

Other than motherhood, the eight years that I spent at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, I have incredibly fond memories of. It's a beautiful place, with four seasons up in Wisconsin. And really wonderful people.

It is better to meet danger than to wait for it. He that is on a lee shore, and foresees a hurricane, stands out to sea and encounters a storm to avoid a shipwreck.

There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.

The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.

For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

Beautiful isle of the sea, Smile on the brow of the waters.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

If you pinch the sea of its liberty, though it be walls of stone or brass, it will beat them down.

The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about - farming replacing hunting.

The sea is the universal sewer.

A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.

No aquarium, no tank in a marine land, however spacious it may be, can begin to duplicate the conditions of the sea. And no dolphin who inhabits one of those aquariums or one of those marine lands can be considered normal.

Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.